James, I left my phone in your car.
Meet me outside A4 at ten tomorrow so I can has?

What I want to do is buy a Comics For Sad Children t-shirt. However, I feel it would be pretentious, to say the least, to wear a t-shirt for a comic I haven't read.
At the moment I can feel time eroding the sand from under my feet. Soon I will be carried away by the undercurrent to the future, and nothing can do will stop that. I watch the sand ( Read more... )

I have surgery in the next two months or so, so that should be fun.
Today I fell down the stairs. It hurt my butt. I have a bruise.
Aikido is fun.
Um... And that's really about it.
I am a slave at the slave auction! Buy me?

Ugh, I has the sick.
And it's raining.
I might stay home and study.
We might have a woman with a toy poodle come to live with us.
...
No, really.
I'm hoping she doesn't wear a twinset and pearls and call me darling.

I got wet.
There's no milk, so I can't have a cup of tea or a cup of cocoa.
Later I have to go to the theatre.
We have a washing line up in our room, but I still have no clean trousers.
But, apart from that, life is pretty good.

The experiment continues ( Read more... )

Today James said to me:
"I saw a t-shirt and it was really funny and it made me laugh."
There was a pause, which drew out as I realised that that was the whole story.
...
I think it's good that we can share these things with each other.

Ok ( Read more... )

Quite a week ( Read more... )

It's not my fault she came in and woke you up, and if you're that sick maybe you should unchain your wallet and go to a fucking doctor you stupid attention-seeking bitch ( Read more... )